would drive her crazy every time he went on an overnight trip without her, wondering who he was with, if he had bedded some bimbo or other. No divorce was her only chance at a normal happy life again. Her girls had understood, they were furious with their dad. Jane hadn't realised that they had known about previous affairs but children understand a lot more than they are given credit for.
Sitting on the floor rocking, she lost herself in her thoughts. The sound of footsteps approaching made her jump. She got to her feet and began pounding on the door and demanding to be let out. The footsteps stopped outside the door and she fell silent, she could hear a key turning in the lock.
“Step away from the door.” He ordered her.
She took a step back, the handle turned and the door opened, he stood there filling the frame, seeming to her to be larger and more ominous than she remembered. She was determined not to let him know how frightened she was. He walked into the room carrying a tray.
“I brought you some food”, he said placing the tray on the bed.
“I don't want your fucking food she roared at him.” finding more courage within herself than she thought she possessed. She darted forward trying to get past him and out the door. She almost managed to make it out the door but he grabbed her by the hair and yanked her back. He twisted her arm painfully behind her back. She yelped in pain and tried to hit him with her free hand. He turned her to face him and slapped her open-handed across the face, she was sent reeling back onto the bed. The liquid on the tray over turning and spilling on the duvet.
“What the fuck do you want from me?” Jane demanded, the fight still in her. “If its money you want my husband will pay, just let me go, I won't tell anyone, I'll get the money for you.” She was pleading with him, hoping to make him see sense.
He looked at her surprised. “I don't want money” He seemed amazed that she could even suggest it.
“What do you want?”
“I just want you, I want us to be together forever, to be a family, maybe, even children of our own someday.”
Jane's blood ran cold at his words, he didn't want money? She looked at him and wondered how she had ever thought this man was handsome. How could such a sane looking man be so fucking crazy. The longer she looked at him the more she realised he wasn't going to let her go. “My family will come looking for me!” she protested, “You can't keep me locked up here, my sister will miss me, the police will come, they will find me. “They will hunt you down” she shouted at him.
“They think you ran away, they're not looking for you anymore.” he lied.
“I'll never stay here with you, this is a shit hole.” she spat back at him. “The very sight of you makes my skin crawl” She knew she had got to him then, she saw his eyes turn cold and anger sparked in them but he managed to control himself.
“I'll leave you to calm down” he said pleasantly “Soon I'll have a big surprise for you... Sassy's coming to visit.” And without another word, he turned and left, locking the door behind him.
Stunned Jane didn't know what to think, she jumped to her feet and hurled herself at the door. “You leave her alone you bastard or I'll kill you.” she screamed and dropped to the floor praying that he had only been taunting her. Sassy was like a daughter to her, he wasn't going to abduct her too, surely not... Was he?
Chapter six
Andrew Westhall Wasn't at all what Anna had expected, he was smallish for a man barely five foot eight with silver receding hair. His dark rimmed glasses made his grey eyes appear bigger than they actually were, this gave his face an owlish appearance. While he was neatly dressed, his tweed jacket, worn with brown corduroy trousers made him look more like a college professor than a wealthy
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